Going Full Throttle

Chapter 22

Who does this girl think she is?

Tyler is way out of her league.

You can't tell me Tyler finally settled down and it's with THAT.

Awe do you guys see how he looks at her????

She's obviously a fame chaser.

I give it two weeks and he moves on.

SLUT.

This morning had started off great. I woke up stuffed into my bed with Grace on one side of me and Gwen on the other. Jedd had somehow crammed himself into the area around our feet and had his cheek pressed against my thigh. It reminded me of waking up after a college party, except I hadn't drunk much and wasn't nursing a major hangover.

Then I'd made the mistake of opening my Instagram to take another look at that video of Tyler and me dancing. Comment after comment scrolled in front of my eyes. Horrible, nasty, things from people who didn't even know me. They tore apart my appearance, my dancing, and my motives.

I tried to remind myself that these were the definition of internet trolls. They didn't know my true character or anything about me at all. They were judging me solely off the basis that they thought I was dating their dream crush. I imagined all of the commenters as catty 12-year-olds with hormone issues and that helped me feel a little better.

My heart stopped for a second when one comment, in particular, stood out to me.

Guys!!! I found her insta I think!!! Its @piacallahan. Go look! Doesn't that look like the same girl?

I hit my own profile quickly and gawked at my follower count. Throughout high school and college, I'd built up somewhere between four and five hundred followers. I had my notifications turned off, but I checked occasionally and it never grew that rapidly. Except that now, suddenly, my follower count was over five thousand.

I once again thanked my mother for being paranoid about internet safety. I knew for a fact there was nothing too personal on my social media, or anything too scandalous. My most recent pictures were of me and Finn, a few selfies in my scrubs, and a few scenic pictures of the lake.

"Chicky I only have one more day until I pick up my girls. So get off your phone and get ready."

I groaned as I pulled my eyes away from my phone to glare at Gwen. She'd managed to steal the bathroom first and already looked fresh as a daisy with clean hair and bright eyes.

"I shouldn't have to keep promises that I made when I was drunk," I mumbled.

"You were tipsy at best," Gwen rolled her eyes.

Grace stumbled into the room and spilt some milk over the rim of her cereal bowl. "Oh but she was high as a kite off of orgasms," she smirked at Gwen.

"Can we not?" I said as I rubbed my temples.

"Damn," Gwen moaned then flopped down on the bed. "Are you telling me that all of my Tyler Westwood fantasies are wrong? Is he not good in bed?"

"Well, for starters, there was no bed," I said as I sat up and stretched. Apparently, there would be no escaping our plans for today. After Tyler and I had returned to the party, Gwen grilled him about how he had agreed to go biking with her and Mickey. The next thing I knew, we were all planning to go to the track today.

"Also," I clarified, "don't worry he was very... I'm sure he would live up to your fantasies." My cheeks warmed with the memory of his hands on me last night. I still couldn't believe that I folded like a freakin' lawn chair. He was just being so sweet suddenly—in his own way, I guess. I hadn't even thought it through. After days of constantly reminding myself why I couldn't go there with Tyler, I'd just jumped right in without a second thought.